By Rachel Rybicki
Hope is not the thing that flies,
It is the thing that burrows deep inside.
And when it dies, it rots you from he inside out; tearing you apart.
So base your hope not in yourself, but of another kind.
Not of the mind, not of this world;
But of the Lord
His eternal truth
What’s dead shall have life,
What’s lost can be found.
Author Bio: Rachel is a nanny who spends her free time writing and trying to save the world. She knows the most important thing in this world is love- the love God has for us and the love we share with each other! Her passion in life is to bring hope to the hopeless.